My Country Tis' Of Thee
 It is she who I see, whos outstretched arms sworn to protect has left her own in misery
Has left her own discarded and shelved, battered, bruised and hungry to fend for them selves
And to mend on their own. To seek out the familiar in a world of unknown
To gain understanding and break free from the confusion
The reality of which is the declaration of independence and the amendments proclaiming equality for blacks and people of color, is just an illusion

Sweet Land Of Liberty
Your people ask "What have you given me? What will the cost of my living be?"For the freedoms you said I have in you came with a price, so they're not free

To Thee We Sing
with our voices strained, to make those hear who turn a deaf ear when the song is no longer praise, but the pain of complain

Land Where Our Fathers Died
with mothers and children side by side
9/11, Katrina, leadership assassinations, the near extiction of indians and blacks on plantations

Land Of The Pilgrims Pride
Where murderous treachery and abandonment abide, and our childrens, childrens, childrens recollections coincide with each others recollections, because our history books lied

From Every Mountain Side Let Freedom Ring
Let freedom rain
Let freedom shower down and cleanse what this freedom has stained
And then lets see what the words will be
When reading inbetween the lines of
My Country Tis' Of Thee